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right into Brennan.
“Where is he, Evan? Who did this to you?” Brennan’s eyes blazed behind the lenses of his glasses, his perfect, straight, white teeth grinding together.
“It wasn’t... I mean, he was... it was... What happened to my lip wasn’t his fault. Nothing was forced. He apologized for getting a little rough.”
Brennan scoffed and held up a finger. “Stay there. Or, no, I’ll meet you in the bathroom. Gimme a sec.”
He jogged down the hall toward the kitchen. Evan, moving in a haze, went to the house’s only bathroom and stood in front of the mirror over the vanity, contemplating the idea of locking Brennan out. Both of his lips looked raw and bruised just like the spots on his neck, not to mention some small welts from scratches or the blood-red cut running up the center of his lower lip. His skin was smeared with sweat and dirt like he’d been wrestled down to the dirt and held there. No wonder Brennan had overreacted.
Brennan appeared over his shoulder, a double of his reflection only cleaner, better—purer. Evan watched the person he felt deep down he should have been gently press a thin towel wrapped around ice cubes to his lip.
Brennan looked him over, asking with heavy implication, “Are you injured anywhere else?” “No,” Evan insisted. “I’m fine. Really.”
“God, he didn’t even use protection, did he? Maybe I should take you to the hospital to get evaluated,” Brennan said distractedly.
“What? No. Listen, this isn’t the first time that... I mean, I know the guy. So it got a little intense. So what? Relax, okay?”
Brennan sighed, pulling the towel away to inspect the wound. He took the bottle of hydrogen peroxide from the shelf and got a tissue to apply it with. Dabbing the cut gently with the liquid, then putting the ice back on, Brennan said quietly, “You need to use protection, okay? I know everyone thinks it can’t happen to them, and they won’t catch anything but that’s wrong and dangerous. It can and it does. People get sick all the time. They die and the people who care about them are the ones to suffer. And I mean, we’re identical twins, Evan. It has occurred to me that we might have this in common, and maybe you just didn’t want to admit it. Most identical twins have the same sexual orientation. You can trust me, you know. I wish you would have told me.”
“Tell you what?”
Rolling his eyes, Brennan then raised an eyebrow at his brother. “Don’t play dumb with me. I know you’re not stupid.”
“This is my personal life. It has nothing to do with you.”
“I’m your brother, who also happens to be gay.”
“Yeah, my brother since what? A few weeks ago? You have nothing to do with me or my life.”
Brennan huffed, shaking his head. “You don’t get it, do you? I’m not a distant relative. I’m not a step-brother or a half-brother. I’m your
identical twin
. That means we were once the same person, until we split in two. We’re the same, Evan. I mean, I don’t understand why you don’t need glasses like I do, but clearly, other than that we have more in common than we thought.”
Evan pushed Brennan’s hand away and stepped back, his gaze locked on his feet. “I used to need glasses,” he murmured. Brennan seemed confused by that but Evan pressed on, “Look, can I take a shower in peace? I mean, thanks for the...” he gestured at the ice, which Brennan handed over.
“No problem. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah. It was actually a pretty good day.”
“All right then. You want some dinner? I made eggplant parmesan. There’s leftovers.”
Doubtful, Evan scrunched up his nose. Brennan chuckled, “It’s good. I swear.”
“Yeah, you said you were one of those vegetarians or something, right? I saw some of the weird shit you got from the food store.”
“Well, I’m pescatarian, actually.”
“Excuse me?”
“Never mind. Yes or no to the food?”
“Sure. I guess it won’t kill me.”
Shaking his
“Where is he, Evan? Who did this to you?” Brennan’s eyes blazed behind the lenses of his glasses, his perfect, straight, white teeth grinding together.
“It wasn’t... I mean, he was... it was... What happened to my lip wasn’t his fault. Nothing was forced. He apologized for getting a little rough.”
Brennan scoffed and held up a finger. “Stay there. Or, no, I’ll meet you in the bathroom. Gimme a sec.”
He jogged down the hall toward the kitchen. Evan, moving in a haze, went to the house’s only bathroom and stood in front of the mirror over the vanity, contemplating the idea of locking Brennan out. Both of his lips looked raw and bruised just like the spots on his neck, not to mention some small welts from scratches or the blood-red cut running up the center of his lower lip. His skin was smeared with sweat and dirt like he’d been wrestled down to the dirt and held there. No wonder Brennan had overreacted.
Brennan appeared over his shoulder, a double of his reflection only cleaner, better—purer. Evan watched the person he felt deep down he should have been gently press a thin towel wrapped around ice cubes to his lip.
Brennan looked him over, asking with heavy implication, “Are you injured anywhere else?” “No,” Evan insisted. “I’m fine. Really.”
“God, he didn’t even use protection, did he? Maybe I should take you to the hospital to get evaluated,” Brennan said distractedly.
“What? No. Listen, this isn’t the first time that... I mean, I know the guy. So it got a little intense. So what? Relax, okay?”
Brennan sighed, pulling the towel away to inspect the wound. He took the bottle of hydrogen peroxide from the shelf and got a tissue to apply it with. Dabbing the cut gently with the liquid, then putting the ice back on, Brennan said quietly, “You need to use protection, okay? I know everyone thinks it can’t happen to them, and they won’t catch anything but that’s wrong and dangerous. It can and it does. People get sick all the time. They die and the people who care about them are the ones to suffer. And I mean, we’re identical twins, Evan. It has occurred to me that we might have this in common, and maybe you just didn’t want to admit it. Most identical twins have the same sexual orientation. You can trust me, you know. I wish you would have told me.”
“Tell you what?”
Rolling his eyes, Brennan then raised an eyebrow at his brother. “Don’t play dumb with me. I know you’re not stupid.”
“This is my personal life. It has nothing to do with you.”
“I’m your brother, who also happens to be gay.”
“Yeah, my brother since what? A few weeks ago? You have nothing to do with me or my life.”
Brennan huffed, shaking his head. “You don’t get it, do you? I’m not a distant relative. I’m not a step-brother or a half-brother. I’m your
identical twin
. That means we were once the same person, until we split in two. We’re the same, Evan. I mean, I don’t understand why you don’t need glasses like I do, but clearly, other than that we have more in common than we thought.”
Evan pushed Brennan’s hand away and stepped back, his gaze locked on his feet. “I used to need glasses,” he murmured. Brennan seemed confused by that but Evan pressed on, “Look, can I take a shower in peace? I mean, thanks for the...” he gestured at the ice, which Brennan handed over.
“No problem. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah. It was actually a pretty good day.”
“All right then. You want some dinner? I made eggplant parmesan. There’s leftovers.”
Doubtful, Evan scrunched up his nose. Brennan chuckled, “It’s good. I swear.”
“Yeah, you said you were one of those vegetarians or something, right? I saw some of the weird shit you got from the food store.”
“Well, I’m pescatarian, actually.”
“Excuse me?”
“Never mind. Yes or no to the food?”
“Sure. I guess it won’t kill me.”
Shaking his
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